The same black eyes in the jungle that night, glinting with cold, monstrous hunger. The same jagged spines, slick with blood. Oren, standing his ground, shouting for them to run. The last thing she saw before the beast struck him down. She had turned back, just once, just long enough to see his broken body crumple beneath its claws. Just long enough to know she had been too slow.
She swung with everything she had. The monster lunged.
And she realized too late that she’d made a mistake…
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